Dominant Bather

He stands, staring down into the clear pool seeing reflections of others. Others that he has known and some he only wished he had known. His thoughts are not the clear thoughts of a man in true consideration of events gone by, but a cyclone of pictures like the vision one is said to have before dying. He is not dying, he is very much alive and in complete control. His heart beats at a rhythm he is himself imposing. As the rhythm increases so does the cyclone of thought. What is seen doesn’t matter anymore as long as the rhythm is kept. His eyes are now clenched shut; grinding teeth, clear pearls sliding down his brow, breathing stops. The redwood of his body stands on stretched legs. At this point if his head were slashed off his body would keep going on in the racecar rhythm it is enthralled in. The beating of his heart is immeasurable. STOP! White light, cool breezes of thin air, soundless, noiseless, odorless, and numb he floats. He inhales and his life continues. He stares into the pool with disgust. There are no reflections only the cloudy pool. Heart slows senses come back. He walks out into the world satisfied and confident, snide grin and flushed cheeks. The world is his.

I did not become a dominant by accident! It was party fate and it was a combination of three factors. The first factor is any hypothesis and only theory, but I'm sure it was a important part in my path towards the dominant side of B&D.

A) Physiology

We all have male and female hormones; science has proven that the behavioural traits come from these hormones. Meaning male hormones produce an aggressive behaviour and female hormones produce a passive behaviour. Some females produce xxy factor or xxyy factor or in different combinations other than the normal xy factor. The only time this f... Continue»

Introduction: Ultra long, slow story, set in high school, about a humiliated girl, an intelligent girl, a dominant girl, and a heck of a nice guy.

Owning a Dominant Bitch

Chapter 1
My freshman year of high school could have been better. I was a pudgy boy and only five foot nine inches with a pimply face. My confidence was low so it didn’t take much to bring out my shyness and that made my first year horrible.

Although I was on the football team I didn’t get to play much and even though the coach, an ex-NFL lineman, told me I had natural strength and ability but I just co... Continue»

The weird things that some of my boyfriends ask me to do to them never cease to amaze me. Seriously. The name is Mika Adewale. A six-foot-tall, athletic and muscular, short-haired and dark-skinned Nigerian woman living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have a thing for sexually submissive Black men. And I don't really hide it. It's put me at odds with some of my friends and colleagues at the University of Ottawa, where I teach business administration but I don't care. Not really. I just live my life the way I want it. Oh by the way, I am also a whip-smart African Dominatrix.

Introduction:
Ultra long, slow story, set in high school, about a humiliated girl, an intelligent girl, a dominant girl, and a heck of a nice guy.

Chapter 1
My first three year of high school could have been better. I was a pudgy boy and only five foot nine inches with a pimply face. My confidence was low so it didn’t take much to bring out my shyness and that is what made my first year horrible.

Although I was on the football team, I didn’t get to play much. The coach, an ex-NFL lineman, told me I had natural strength and ability but I just couldn’t come out of my shell. To ma... Continue»